She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 She Has Nothing To Do With You

Gerard blinked, caught off guard by how little Melvin seemed to care.

“You’re aware of my boss’s reputation, right?”

Fraught with concern, he couldn’t mask the worry etching his voice. He leaned in, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Listen, if he catches wind of you chasing after Ms. Briggs, trust me, he won’t let you off easy.”

“But they’re no longer together, right?” Melvin’s response was straightforward, cutting through the caution with a hint of defiance.

“Yes, they’ve split, but it’s not as simple as you think,” Gerard replied, struggling to find the right words. He looked earnestly at Melvin, his hands gesturing helplessly. “Just trust me on this one, Melvin. For the sake of your own future, it’s better if you back off now.”

“I can’t do that,” Melvin declared, his resolve firm.

“Melvin!” Gerard’s voice rose sharply, a note of desperation creeping in.

They’re divorced now, which means Freya’s officially back on the market,” Melvin said firmly, his tone steady and resolute. “And since she’s single, I’ve got every right to go after her.”

Gerard gave him a wary look. “My boss wants to patch things up with her.”

Melvin scoffed, eyes narrowing, “And why exactly should I give a damn?”

“You know how he is–once he sets his mind on something, he doesn’t back down,” Gerard noted, trying to sound calm, but his voice carried a warning edge. “If you seriously go after Ms. Briggs, he’s got a thousand ways to keep the two of you apart.”

Melvin’s jaw set stubbornly, his final words ringing with conviction. “I’m not backing down. If your boss has a problem with that, he can come and see me himself.”

Gerard hesitated, words catching in his throat as Melvin’s retreating figure blended into the shadows of the corridor. The decision loomed heavy over him.

Melvin, stubborn to the core, was a man of unyielding conviction once his mind was made up.

Yet, Gerard’s loyalty to his boss tangled him in a knot of indecision.

Trapped between the steadfastness of his friend and the authority of his boss, Gerard wrestled with his conflicting emotions.

After going back and forth in his head a hundred times, he finally yanked out his phone and dialed Kristian’s

number.

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His logic was straightforward–since Melvin had no intention of backing down, the only smart move left was to give Kristian a heads–up.

This way, there would be no underhand tactics–just a fair battleground for both of them.

Meanwhile, Kristian was still holed up in the office, working late into the night when his phone rang.

He was poring over the contract Chaz had signed, his fingers tapping the eye of the document while his brows drew tighter with each line he read.

The Briggs Group had landed a deal that was far too generous–it was a steal compared to their usual contracts.

Kristian looked up, eyes narrowing as he locked his gaze on Chaz and Richie, both standing tensely in front of his desk. “Can someone explain to me how this contract even got approved?” he asked, voice low but sharp, the weight of his stare pressing on them.

Before either of them could react, the sudden buzz of Kristian’s phone sliced through the tension in the air.

He glanced at the screen–Gerard’s name flashed urgently. With a sense of foreboding, Kristian answered the call.

He knew Gerard well enough to understand that a call at this late hour meant trouble.

“What’s going on?” Kristian’s voice was tight.

“Bad news,” Gerard replied, his voice heavy with reluctance.

Kristian’s irritation simmered. The day had already been marred by a disastrous contract negotiation, and now Gerard’s grave tone added to his growing frustration. “Out with it,” he demanded sharply.

“Ms. Briggs is out on a date,” Gerard informed after a heavy sigh, his words slow and weighted.

For a moment, Kristian was sure he’d misheard. A date? The thought echoed oddly in his mind.

Despite his disbelief, the question slipped out. “With Trent Seymour?”

“No.”

“Then who?” Kristian pressed, his curiosity piqued despite the annoyance.

“My friend, Melvin Swain.” Gerard’s voice trembled ever so slightly as the name slipped from his lips. Kristian’s grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white as images he’d long tried to suppress came flooding back in a relentless tide. He managed to ask through gritted teeth, “Where are they?”

Gerard paused, the silence stretching between them.

He recalled Melvin’s earnest expression earlier, which made him hesitate. Finally, he asked, with a hint of caution in his voice, “Why do you want to know?”

Kristian’s expression turned colder by the second, the frost in his eyes enough to chill the room.

Seriously? Freya was his ex–wife! Why the hell wouldn’t he want to know?!

“I know this might rub you the wrong way but I think it’s something we need to talk about,” Gerard renlied tone earnest, believing deeply that Freya, Melvin, and even Kristian hi

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Despite Kristian’s rough edges, Gerard felt that he was just a man who hadn’t yet come to terms with his

emotions.

All Gerard wanted was for Freya to find real, lasting happiness.”

Kristian’s jaw tightened, the vein in his temple twitching. His patience was thinning fast. “Say it.”

“Do you… love Ms. Briggs?” Gerard asked, the question slipping out in a resh.

Kristian didn’t answer right away. His deep eyes gave nothing away, as if they were bottomless wells, impossible to read.

As the silence hung heavy, Gerard pressed on. “If you’re unsure about your feelings for her, then perhaps it’s best not to interfere with her life.”

Kristian’s voice was low and dangerous as he asked, “What exactly are you trying to imply?”

“She is a wonderful person, and Melvin is serious about her.” Gerard always believed that happiness came before anything else. “If you haven’t come to terms with your own emotions, you shouldn’t interfere with their relationship,” he advised, his tone tinged with sincerity.

Kristian had coasted through life with ease–showered with love by his family, praised for his academic brilliance, and steadily rising in a rewarding career..

He seldom encountered real struggles. In boardrooms, he was applauded; in daily life, he was envied. With his striking looks, athletic build, and enviable wealth, admiration followed him wherever he went.

Naturally, all that ease had molded him–into someone proud, a little too used to getting his way, and (frustratingly set in his opinions.

If he didn’t break through these traits, even if he remarried Freya, they wouldn’t find happiness together. “Address!” The command came from Kristian in a tone as icy as the winds of the harshest winters.

His emotions might have been a tangled web, but his resolve was clear–he could not let Freya slip away from his life.

In the melancholy days that followed their separation, Kristian had been lost in the echoes of their past. Each memory of Freya, no longer his, constricted his heart with a sharp pang of pain and a deep, gnawing regret.

He was a man unacquainted with true affection, yet filled with remorse over their divorce.

In his heart, Freya belonged to him–forever and always.

As Gerard observed Freya and Melvin quietly dining, he took a moment to gauge the time it would take for Kristian to reach them. With a reluctant sigh, tempered by a sense of inevitable resignation, he finally disclosed

the address.

Kristian slammed the phone down and stormed out of the office without uttering another word about the